I wanna be yours

At their very first meeting, she looked him straight in the eye-unflinching, unashamed-and asked, "ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?"

He didn't even blink. His answer came as naturally as breathing.

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ?"

It should have ended there, a reckless proposition swallowed by the night. But it didn't. Because the question in her voice carried more than desire-it carried pain. And the steadiness in his reply hid more than charm-it hid a heart already caught.

That night, they didn't become lovers. That night, she walked away. But something had already shifted between them, something that refused to be undone.

What began as a failed one-night stand would unfold into a story of two souls colliding-his power, her secrets, their hunger, their hurt. A man who could have everything, except the one woman who slipped from his arms. A woman who asked for the simplest thing and revealed the deepest wound.

And yet, from the moment she said those words, and from the moment he answered, their fates were sealed.

Because sometimes, love doesn't begin with promises.
Sometimes, it begins with a question whispered in the dark.

ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇꜱ.

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ.